Temptation
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Last published Tue, Aug 12, 2014
"You will not leave me, you are mine and mine alone. I will kill those who try to alter that fact."
Erebos. A name of the beast that resides in Valor, the great Dwarvish capital and one of the most wealthiest known in Eneron. However that name was soon forgotten as the years went by, year after year it had faded until people had referred to him as 'The Beast' or 'The Dragon' And some are names that shouldn't be mentioned.
Erebos hadn't been seen in a hundred years.
One day a man had barged into a tavern where young Elira had been, the man had swayed the people into venturing along with him to defeat the beast. However, Elira, knowing his true intentions along with her elvish friend, Bainor, both decide to pursue the man to Valor.
What they didn't expect was a deal to be made.
A deal that had flipped Elira's world upside down.
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